7 April 1965One of the birds lay an egg on 3-4-65. What should I do? Gypsy can’t walk on her hind left leg. There has been no mail yet. I am getting on fine with the Spearmans. Last week we weren’t allowed to watch television for a week. Mum came home for the weekend and … Continue reading My Big Bruvver Goes on Bivouac
Musings on Life, Love & Other Philosophy
My Big Bruvver Joins the Army Reserve
From the day he was born, my brother's life was dictated by women. There was Mum, but no Dad. There was Grandma, but no Grandpa. There was Auntie, but Uncle was only just coming home from the war. And they all lived together in the same house, together with his two male cousins, who were … Continue reading My Big Bruvver Joins the Army Reserve
My Big Bruvver
Fellow blogger Derrick J. Knight's recent post on his 1950s childhood memories of "The Heyday of the Local Cinema" has once again inspired me to write a blog post. This one on a much simpler theme than the Baltic State Evacuees 🙂 Growing up, there was just my brother and me (and Mum). My brother … Continue reading My Big Bruvver
GWEN WILSON The Reluctant Retiree 